images... a small cuppa. from toward the end of July:

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 It’s a narrow ford   across the Jordan
 a small cupola   of water-light
 and all our knowledge   but a pond
 a snoring frogpond   madjayanine

  
 when I go   kigamanin   I will give you
 gocu   surely   gabizikamun   what
 you will wear   widjiwiyun   my courting
 child   if you go with me   (the intervals

  
 were sung glissando   the metric is slow
 and not rigidly maintained   all the
 Chippewa love songs   somewhat   rubato)
 your little cuppa midway drum-waltz

  
 to the clouds  your mighty copper penny
 is   bronze s.o.s.   unfolding   as the bent
 pole-stirrer of the clay   my wee tugboat
 alight   musters that Julian   draconian

  
 taconite   turning to caritas seed-jewel
 before our eyes   and if the bluish cloud
 palm-shade   Elijah’s  ravine-dulcimer
 or Ezekiel’s   exact   X-catenary wheels

  
 are reels   ambitious mother
 then   lucky Sophie   dance!
 And do a handstand
 now   with theremin

  
 and soda (Scotch)
 through golden Appalachia
 flying the sunny disarray
 (a coupla stingy wasps

  
 are fighting bumblebees) (the bee
 already master) where the yawning
 oreship spreads dove-wings (yon Noah-
 Jonah-craft) pshmwly (buzzing in Siberia)

      
                                     2.8.2000